My introduction to the Greater Cincinnati Airmen Club was when I signed on for an air race it sponsored in 1964 or so. My sister Mary and I were flying the Ercoupe we’d bought, much to the relief of the archbishop whose two priests had loaned their secret airplane to us.
As in all original Ercoupes, N341 had two wing tanks that fed into a header tank in the nose. Fuel was selected either on or off, the quantity indicated by a wire with a cork floating in that header tank in front of the pilots, much like a J-3 Cub. When the cork began to sink (unless it was old and saturated) there should have been 5 gallons—about an hour’s worth of fuel left.
